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His anger rushed theough the room leaving a storm in its wake. The once pleasant environment is now full of revulsion and discomfort. His temper like a tornado, turning the most amiable place to destruction and obliteration. All the fear in the world belonged to him. He was a magnet for pernicious souls. His heart benign and only the wickedness of his brain acted upon circumstance. He was the king of the corrupt and iniquitous, bothering only for things of his benefit. If one we're to face him, surely they would be fear stricken. Her laughter contradicted that of his malice, her undisturbed innocence left even the most unbecoming in a sense of tranquility. Her nature left exhilaration even in the eyes of the wicked. Never once failing to make one beam. Her pure kindness was otherworldly and capable of diminishing even the darkest of nights. But would it outshine his immorality?
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Love. Love was a lot like going to war. One never returns the same. She had to resist the urge to give a bitter laugh. A more poetic woman could have made that sounded far better than it was. But could she have understood it to the degree Einar Atal herself did? No, the Warrior doubted that. She could still remember it. The love. The way it had inspired her to feats that made her now groan with a certain shame. It had driven her mad. The insatiable desire - the need for another person, something Einar fancied herself having forgot years and years ago. Oh, but her love had been beautiful. Not a soul alive could have argued against that fact, nor would one have survived even the insinuation. The voice, she could hear it like the faintest echo- if she tried...Only if she just... Tried.

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